Back before my drahthaar had been taught any manners I had him out on some planted chukars. We flushed a bird that flew towards some buildings and offered no shot. The bird flew right into an open barn, with my boy Kaiser in tow. There was about a minute of cartoon crashing sounds until a beautiful cock pheasant ran out of the barn, with Kaiser tight on his heels. One of the guys thought it was impressive that he somehow chased in a chukar and chased out a pheasant.
When I called Kaiser back he returned with the chukar in his mouth. He had caught it and then chased the pheasant.
So many stories of "trust your dog" with him too. We would be beating the brush where we absolutely knew we marked down a cripple while he would be on point waiting for us 75 yards away.
I chased a winged pheasant through high grass until I couldn't see it anymore while Kaiser worked the scent, only for him to work his way to me and dig the bird practically out from under my boot.
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